doesn’t make a move
to rectify the situation.
All he does is shrug
and return my smile.
Then it strikes him.
So where’s your car?
My turn to shrug.
I left it facedown
in a ditch, a mile
or so from here.”
What? Hey, are you
okay? He moves
closer, gives me
a concerned once-over.
He cares? “I’m fine,
except for a giant
bruise. Not sure
about the car, though.”
Give me a minute to
get dressed, and I’ll
go check it out. Oh,
wait…the kids.
“I can watch them,
unless you need me
to come too.” I hope
he says no, in case
there happen to be cops
around. I’m still pretty
buzzed. Brad, on the
other hand, looks fine.